| Song | Trinity MCMXLV 0530 |
| Artist | Venom |
| Album | Temples of Ice |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
| Here we stand as the forces blow | |
| Across the land | |
| Open minds and now open sores | |
| But no open hand | |
| Hiding in our trench of steel | |
| To witness the blast | |
| Nothing to say and now nothing to feel | |
| Now it's hopeless and past | |
| The wind that was meant to be | |
| Oppenheimer built radioactivity | |
| Buildings and houses crops and forethought | |
| Have now gone to ground | |
| All but the dust and the helpless debris | |
| Are all that are found | |
| Now his creation is purchased by gods | |
| Who must reconvene | |
| Deciding to cleanse the | |
| Earth of its life | |
| By priming their own warmachine | |
| Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold | |
| But not on your frame | |
| He mastered the deadliest weapon of all | |
| But was he insane | |
| He built it for life | |
| He built it for peace | |
| Oh that's what he thought | |
| But evilness knows no boundaries | |
| And satan will read from his court |
| zuo ci : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
| Here we stand as the forces blow | |
| Across the land | |
| Open minds and now open sores | |
| But no open hand | |
| Hiding in our trench of steel | |
| To witness the blast | |
| Nothing to say and now nothing to feel | |
| Now it' s hopeless and past | |
| The wind that was meant to be | |
| Oppenheimer built radioactivity | |
| Buildings and houses crops and forethought | |
| Have now gone to ground | |
| All but the dust and the helpless debris | |
| Are all that are found | |
| Now his creation is purchased by gods | |
| Who must reconvene | |
| Deciding to cleanse the | |
| Earth of its life | |
| By priming their own warmachine | |
| Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold | |
| But not on your frame | |
| He mastered the deadliest weapon of all | |
| But was he insane | |
| He built it for life | |
| He built it for peace | |
| Oh that' s what he thought | |
| But evilness knows no boundaries | |
| And satan will read from his court |
| zuò cí : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
| Here we stand as the forces blow | |
| Across the land | |
| Open minds and now open sores | |
| But no open hand | |
| Hiding in our trench of steel | |
| To witness the blast | |
| Nothing to say and now nothing to feel | |
| Now it' s hopeless and past | |
| The wind that was meant to be | |
| Oppenheimer built radioactivity | |
| Buildings and houses crops and forethought | |
| Have now gone to ground | |
| All but the dust and the helpless debris | |
| Are all that are found | |
| Now his creation is purchased by gods | |
| Who must reconvene | |
| Deciding to cleanse the | |
| Earth of its life | |
| By priming their own warmachine | |
| Skil will grow soft blood will grow cold | |
| But not on your frame | |
| He mastered the deadliest weapon of all | |
| But was he insane | |
| He built it for life | |
| He built it for peace | |
| Oh that' s what he thought | |
| But evilness knows no boundaries | |
| And satan will read from his court |